'Neath a thorn as white as snow, High above the peacock sea, Hither, thither, to and fro, Merrily the grey rats go: To the song of ebb and flow Moving as to melody. Over gnarled roots, high and low, Twisting, frisking fearlessly, Six young hearts that needs must know, When the ragged thorn's in blow, Spring, and Spring's desire, and so Dance, above the dancing sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN INFANT WHICH DIED BEFORE BAPTISM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE [DECEMBER 2O, 1860] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SONNET: 107 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE LAMENTATION OF DANAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS TO WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO MY READERS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |